Chapter 327 Highland Hero Village

"Have you ever had that kind of experience... that is, knowing that there will be no result, but still desperately going through it?"

On the muddy country road in Hogsmeade, McGonagall and Nelson were wearing rain boots and each carrying a long-handled umbrella, one behind the other, walking and chatting like two neighbors coming home from school together.

Just experienced a moderate rain, and there were still drops of water dripping from the umbrellas of the two of them. This kind of annoying rain is really common in this season. Nelson swung the heavy rain in his hands like a sword. The black umbrella, the water droplets condensed on the umbrella surface were thrown everywhere by him, and a few drops even landed on Mag's face.

But Mag didn't seem to feel it at all, frowning, walking with his head down.

"Me?" Nelson heard the worry in her tone, and deliberately imitated Alphard's tone and joked, "Professor McGonagall, are you discussing puppy love with your students? I'm just a child ah!"

"Nelson! You don't usually call me a professor, but now you're very happy to call me a professor!"

Mag turned around and stared at Nelson behind her, with a shy and angry expression on her face, wishing she could kick this annoying bastard into a puddle, but she was surprised to find that since when, this guy who turned a hedgehog into a steel ball The junior who is very strenuous is already taller than her.

"Minerva, I don't think this kind of thing can be judged by other people's actions. At least you have to go back and see for yourself." Nelson shook his head. "Isn't that why you asked me to come this time?"

"Yeah," Mag's eyes revealed a look of reminiscence, "I have... I haven't seen him for at least three or four years. I still feel that I left him because I didn't know the way. I don't know how he I thought, in my plan, I will return to magic, and slowly forget him in time, but so many things have happened recently, but I am more and more trapped in the shackles of past memories in my busy schedule, and I can’t extricate myself. No more, I want to find him, I want to see how he is doing, I want to..."

"Um?"

Mag stopped the chatterbox suddenly, and Nelson hummed, stretched out his hand, and caught a drop of rain falling from the sky. This was the first drop of new rain.

"But I'm afraid," McGonagall sighed, turned her head and continued walking, and said, "You have lived in the Muggle world for a long time, I think you can help me as a staff officer."

"maybe."

Nelson raised his head, feeling the touch of tiny raindrops on his face. A new rain came again. He looked at Mag who was about to set up his umbrella, and said softly, "Minerva, maybe today you should Live like a Muggle girl."

"What?"

"In the rain," Nelson raised his hands, inserted his fingers into the ends of his hair, grabbed the soft hair hanging on his forehead, and stroked them back casually, "untie your hair, run and jump like a little girl in the country , now you don't look like your Minerva, but like Minerva's grandma."

Mag didn't look back, just waved his fist, and then untied the knot of the small bun on the top of his head. The smooth black hair fell down like a waterfall in an instant. Mag, who was in his twenties, stood in the rain, looking Just like my sixteen-year-old self.

"I'm a little confused. How did you manage to gather so much hair into such a small bun? To be honest, your original hairstyle looks really thin."

"You should still call me Professor McGonagall." McGonagall waved her hand angrily, and walked towards Hogsmeade village.

"Why do you always tie up your hair?" Nelson caught up to McGonagall, and asked curiously, "If you want me to say, you look much better than the usual 'Professor McGonagall' in school. gone."

"Are you calling me ugly?" McGonagall rolled his eyes at him and said, "You also said that it looks like 'Professor McGonagall'. When Principal Dippet left inexplicably, Dumbledore inexplicably became Headmaster, the position of Professor of Transfiguration has somehow been vacated, and Dumbledore has somehow invited me to be the teacher, but how do I know what a professor of Transfiguration should look like? I can’t grow a beard and wear a purple suit, right? ? That doesn't look like a professor at all."

"Haha," Nelson laughed, "you mean, when Professor Dumbledore first came to the orphanage to find me and Tom, he looked like a nonchalant stock salesman."

"That's right," McGonagall nodded, "I'm going back to be a professor just a few days after graduating from Hogwarts. I still can't adapt to the change of status, let alone face the students with dignity."

"With all due respect, I think you've done a pretty good job," Nelson said, "The teaching level is no worse than that of Dumbledore."

"Actually, this is also related to him," McGonagall said, "Doug, have I told you his story?"

"I heard that Felius once mentioned this matter to me and wanted me to give you advice, but he didn't seem to expect that you came to me by yourself," Nelson nodded, "I heard that you Had a boyfriend before, who was a Muggle, wasn't he?"

"The day before we left him, we met in the field he had just plowed. It was the same day as today. It had just rained and the ground was as slippery as the road now. When he came to me, Doug was caught by the field ridge. He stumbled and almost fell into the mud, but he didn't care that his favorite pair of pants was stained with dirt, instead he knelt down in front of me." Mag narrowed his eyes, eyelashes like diamonds Crystal clear, "He proposed to me."

"Oh." Nelson didn't know what to say. He was shocked, "Have you proposed? Merlin's wife, I thought it was just a couple breaking up."

"Yes, he proposed," McGonagall shook her head, "I didn't think of it either, and... I promised him."

"Wow," Nelson raised his eyebrows, "Can you tell me? If you can."

"Of course, in fact, during the time when I first met you, the relationship between me and Doug has already begun to grow wildly." McGonagall quickened her pace so that Nelson could not see her face, but her tone was as usual, "I I go home every holiday, he lives not far from my house, he is a farmer's child."

"Oh, he's still a landlord." Nelson repeated like a joke, "I remember you said that the wand can't decide the fate of two people. Are you talking about him?"

"It wasn't at the time, but this sentence can also be applied to the two of us," McGonagall continued talking about her first love, "At that time, I didn't expect that I would fall in love with him. What I lamented was only my parents. The fate of them, they love each other, but in the end it turns out to hurt each other."

Mag pulled out the silver cross from his collar, held it in his hand and gently rubbed it.

"My mother is a witch, but my father is a priest. My mother didn't tell my father who she was until after I showed up. This light sentence 'I am actually a witch' made my father fall into a lifetime of pain. ——He is an upright and frank person, but because of the provisions of the "Secrecy Act" and his love for not wanting our mother and daughter to live in gossip, he has hidden the rest of his life in an armor made of lies, "McGonagall held the cross in his hand tightly, "He never showed his pain, but as a daughter, I can always feel it... This makes me full of fear about the love with wizards and Muggles, because the tragedy happened At my side, at the nearest place, you may be interested in meeting my parents, and then you can feel their pain."

Nelson nodded silently and said, "But in the end you still followed the mother's old path."

"That's right, Doug and I fell in love during the vacation from Hogwarts." McGonagall's brisk voice was full of bitterness, "Now that I think about it, wizards are really a disaster for Muggles symbol, we will only bring misfortune to them."

"I think you should ask Newt about this kind of thing. He has a Muggle friend who has been in love with a witch before," Nelson said. The Law is nothing but a piece of paper, and what could be as beautiful as Romeo and Juliet?"

"It's so young...I have a question for you, Nelson," McGonagall glanced at the impassioned and eloquent Nelson, and asked, "Have you seen "Romeo and Juliet"?"

"No, but I know it's a love story," Nelson said cheekily, scratching his head. "It's mainly because I can't understand Shakespeare's English."

"It looks like you don't know that they both died in the end." McGonagall shook her head and walked into the clothing store in Hogsmeade village. "Come on, let's take the Floo network from here."

"Have you connected the Floo network to your home?" Nelson followed, greeted the shopkeeper, and grabbed a handful of Floo powder.

"Of course not," McGonagall shook his head, "Let's go to the wizard village in the Scottish grasslands, and from there to my house, don't make a mistake."

After that, she sprinkled the Floo powder in her hand into the fireplace, and the green fire light illuminated the whole shop. She said loudly, "Highland Hero Village!"

"Good name." After Mag stepped into the fireplace, Nelson also sprinkled Floo powder and stepped in, "Highland Hero Village."

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"Another, oh, it's a wizard," a lazy yawn came into Nelson's ears, "I wish you enjoy every day in the grassland, sir, just a reminder, the people here are not very friendly, I hope this will not Affect your mood on the journey."

"Thank you, Shelby, for coming with me to Nelson."

Nelson, who climbed out of the fireplace, found himself in a cabin whose inner walls were blackened by smoke. The smoke in the room was thicker than the smog in London. Some couldn't bear it, and couldn't help coughing. Mag stretched out his hand from the smoke, grabbed Nelson's sleeve, and pulled him outside the house.

"Where are we going?" Nelson followed McGonagall out of the cabin, and found that McGonagall had changed into a white pleated dress that Muggle girls used to wear at some point. She tugged at Nelson's sleeve, looking anxious, "Is it time to rush?" What car?"

"No, didn't you tell me? Today I will live like a Muggle girl." McGonagall pursed her lips and said, "I'm afraid that if I stay here for a long time, I won't be able to resist beating people with magic."

"What?"

Before Nelson could get a response from Mag, he quickly felt the unique style of this "Highland Hero Village".

He looked around and saw that this dilapidated village was full of sloppy wizards sitting on the sidewalk wasting their time, and could vaguely hear them talking about "Muggles", "Grindelwald", "Three Powers" Topics like the Tournament" seem to be talking about what happened in Second Salem not long ago.

The dilapidation of the village is exactly the same as that of Hangleton. Under normal circumstances, when a wizard village is next to a Muggle village, the dilapidated one is often full of wizards. Of course, the "Highland Hero Village" also has its own special features - its surroundings There are no other villages at all, as if a place that has been rejected by the world.

Nelson followed Mag quickly to the outside of the village, as if he wanted to escape from this decaying place.

"Hey! Mudblood, you're back!" Before he ran out of the village, a fat wizard reeking of alcohol stopped him on the street corner, grinning maliciously, "You came back too fast, little boy!" Bastard, we're going to hang your Muggle daddy tomorrow and sell it on the black market!"

With his yellow teeth showing, he looked worse than the worst tramp on the streets of London, and the wizards and witches who chatted with him on the street applauded.

Mag didn't speak, her cheeks bulged, and she could clearly see the gnashing of teeth, while the hand holding Nelson curled up unconsciously, and the nails pierced deeply into his arm.

"I found out what we have in common, which is that our neighbors are rubbish."

Nelson stopped and stood where he was. McGonagall tried to drag him away, but couldn't pull him away.

"It's okay, Nelson," McGonagall lowered her head and said softly, "They saw my father sending me to school when I was in the second grade, but they only said a few words at most and didn't dare to really do anything."

"Minerva, don't worry, my wand doesn't have a heald, but you can't deduct points for me anymore... To tell you the truth, I'm the best at dealing with drunks." Nelson patted McGonagall and held his arm He gently took it off with his hand, took a step forward to block Mag behind him, and raised his head to face the drunkard blocking the way, "Sir, being so rude to a lady is not what a gentleman should do."

"That's just a little bastard!" The wizard let out an ugly laugh, "Are you her new boyfriend? Want to get ahead?"

"The ignorant are so fearless," Nelson smiled. "You know what? A trash like you, Minerva can knock down ten of them in a second."

"Hahahaha!" A group of wizards laughed like a duck.

"Nelson, calm down." Mag tugged at Nelson's sleeve and whispered, "Don't get yourself into trouble."

"Minerva, you are so kind." Nelson held the wand in his right hand, inserted his left hand into his hair and stroked it back vigorously, as the raindrops from before dripped down, and slowly walked towards the dregs blocking the road, "But obviously, some of them Not worthy of your kindness."